At the peak hours of the morning is when inspiration and thoughts come to life on the dark walls of your bedroom. Unless you’re studying like most procrastinating teenagers.
I blame myself for being incredibly jealous of everything i dont have. I hate and need it at the same time because of its familiarity. Even if that familiarity is one i know will ultimately cause me pain.
i’m happy but it’s a foreign entity- clinging onto something i’m so familiar with. all the bullshit you fed me using soft words and a hope for a brighter future. Fool me once but never again. done.
I’d be lying if i said i didn’t miss those odd hour visits to shoppers drug mart with my odd hour friend. But who goes to shoppers at 11pm anyways, even if an odd hour friend exists.
It’s funny how people change over time once you stop keeping track. It’s even funnier how you change over time once they’ve turned their backs
Fire at my feet. Should I jump-
It’s really sad, somehow in one year i’ve managed to lose everyone I loved but gained everything I lusted for.
Phase of my life that i’ve finally passed. Glad that it’s over, although its end is bittersweet. But the taste of freedom has never condoned more meaning now -as a self empowered individual. Striving towards the future, hopefully a good one.
Never been so rudely treated in my life. That’s ridiculous. Ugly inside and out.
One of the worst months of my life truthfully. I just don’t get anything, and everything is just too overwhelming. Thoughts of heaven seem rather pleasant right about now.
Having afternoon tea and some light-as-air chit chat.
A little boredom between lunch and dinner by me.
It’s late night and I’m so overwhelmed with anger the anxiety hurts.
“For the girl with the broken smile”
“Honestly, I’m not sure if I should just keep holding on or let go. It’s stupid to hold on to something that just keeps hurting you, but it’s also stupid to let go of everything you’ve ever wanted”
Today I saw a lady on the streetcar with shoes as bright as disco balls. They glistened and I listened. But all I heard was the rumbling of the engines and the enigma her glittery shoes made.